At the intersection less than a hundred meters ahead of Yidong Shopping Plaza.
Lin Zhe had the bad luck to hit yet another incredibly long red light with a 120-second countdown.
Still, he was in a good mood, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel.
He nodded along to the melody of "The Ordinary Road" playing in the car.
There were countless songs, new and old, but Lin Zhe had a special fondness for this old one. He never tired of it.
If Pu Shu ever came to Rao City for a concert, he would definitely go and show his support.
"I once..."
Listening to the melody, Lin Zhe was just about to belt out a couple of lines when he suddenly spotted someone crossing the pedestrian crossing ahead.
Someone he knew!
Lang Jiahui!
Today, Lang Jiahui wore a white chiffon crop top that exposed a large stretch of her flat stomach.
A little daisy-shaped button at the neckline barely held the two sides of the top together.
Below it, she wore a pair of very short blue denim shorts, her long, pale legs dazzlingly white.
Her outfit was breezy, simple, and sexy.
Lang Jiahui definitely was not the prettiest woman Lin Zhe knew.
Lin Xiaomeng, Li Muchan, and Jiang Yining were all a little prettier than her.
But she definitely had the fairest skin of any woman he knew.
Her fairness was natural, several shades lighter even than a cool, pale complexion.
As the saying went, "Fair skin hides three flaws."
"Three flaws" was a broad expression.
It could mean imperfect features or a less-than-perfect figure.
But fair skin alone was enough to push all those shortcomings aside.
Besides, Lang Jiahui was not ugly. Her looks scored above a seven, too.
Her figure was not as slim and